I will dance and it will make

The world rise from the dead beneath my feet

I will wave the threads of sand

That will fall on my breasts

When i finnish my dance



And when the breasts will set the rhythm

My feet will worship the death of the floor

I will announce the birth of the king

Naked among the empty plate's splendour



The laughter will return

When the green walls reflected

Broken glass can be burned



I will dance and it will make

The world rise from the dead beneath my feet

I will wave the threads of sand

That will fall on my breasts

When i finnish my dance



The laughter will return

When the green walls reflected

Broken glass can be burned